IN A GROUP OF EVEN NUMBERS,
I'M THE ONLY
ONE WHO SPROUTS IN THE GARDEN OF FRUITS
AS A CARROT
GIVEN TO THE MAN THAT SEES EVERYTHING,
EXCEPT THAT OF THE MOTION HE MAKES
TO DENY THAT OF WHICH HE ASKED,
THEREFORE HE CREATED
THE FIREBALL IN THE MIDST OF PLANETS AND STARDUST
AS THEY GAZE DOWN UPON A SPOT OF WHITE IN A FIELD OF GREEN
GRASS, CLIPPED BY THE TEETH OF THE BARN RESIDENTS,
NONE OF WHOM SHARE THE DOMINANT APPEARANCE
OF THE RECESSIVE GENE THAT BLOSSOMS INTO AN ANEMONE,
IN A FIELD OF YELLOW CARNATIONS,
WHICH SOON ARE CRUSHED BENEATH A STROLLING BLACK SHEEP.
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TL Holliday
Artist. Writer. Feminist. Stoner. Clairsentient.
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